THREE

The whole BTC had already planned to come over to my house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, the pool was waiting, and I was planning to grill up dinner. So after driving us home, I parked in my garage, Belle walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.

I should make clear that lots had changed since sophomore year. We’d all grown up, grown closer, and as a result were a lot more comfortable around each other. In a word, things had seriously escalated.

I’ve already said that the girls always teased me. I was their crash test dummy for flirting, for showing a little extra skin, and all the other things girls did to get attention from a guy.

Two years ago, teasing meant opening an extra button of a blouse and bending over to see if developing boobs attracted my eyes like gravity. They often did, and I would just as often avert my gaze and blush trying to pretend I hadn’t looked. Two years ago, teasing meant snuggling up to my side on the couch and setting her head down on my shoulder while watching a movie so that I’d wrap my arm around her and then rubbing my leg getting closer and closer until I started tenting my shorts and would awkwardly try to cover it up by crossing my legs or something. Two years ago, teasing meant asking me to turn around while changing shirts and then taking their sweet time to see if I’d start to turn back around or sneak a peek.

Two years ago I was too busy trying to be a gentleman.

It wasn’t two years ago anymore.

Nowadays I was still a gentleman in the sense that I never initiated anything and I would never touch one of the girls unless they’d touched me first, but that was the extent of my restraint. Bend over to show me your cleavage? I’ll happily stare away and file the view away in my spank bank for later usage. Cuddle up to me on the couch and start rubbing my leg? I’ll hug you close and rub your leg, too. Flaunt your amazing body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks. I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Matty” rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on). I’d gotten flashed quite a few times (look, but don’t touch). And I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, although we’d gotten pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Naimh came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels. She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Matty’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door. When Naimh went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. And when the sound of Naimh sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Naimh wore a cobalt blue bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin. She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Zofi’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Belle’s petite 5’1”. Naimh’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious. The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottie looked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Naimh’s bright green eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. And with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Irish lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely ‘American’. She continued, giggling, “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”

“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek. My right arm stroked her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric green eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are amazing. I’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.”

Naimh’s brilliant green eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s because Belle has green eyes ... AND reddish hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a LOT more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that an Irish joke?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “Not intentionally so. And just because Belle has green eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” And with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.

Naimh wasn’t the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the BTC did so every so often, even Belle – it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little ... different ... about the way Naimh teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I’d watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years. We’d played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was Sam, Zofi, Alice, Mari, or Belle, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.

But I’d only met Naimh five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the BTC that “messing with Matty” was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder... Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the “Nobody dates Matty” rule. And yet, we’d never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.

Naimh didn’t need a practice dummy, you see. She already knew how to bait a man.

So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and sighed with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might’ve been had Sam NOT grabbed the new Irish transfer student, given her the nickname “Neevie”, and immediately brought her into the BTC.

“So how was school?” I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as I reclined my head to rest it against the lounger’s backrest.

Naimh shrugged and also sat up straighter, extending her arms until her elbows were locked and there were a couple of feet of space between us. “Same ol’ shite, different day.”

“You’re picking up American idioms quickly. Still, that’s a bit jaded for only the first day of school. Gonna be a long road ahead if you’re starting out this cynical.”

“High school is different in the States. In Ireland we’d all be freaking out about the Leaving Cert, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it’s even gotten started. Here, Americans need to study for SATs and AP Exams, but it’s not the end of the world if you do well or not. How you do at university is what really matters.”

“I suppose. Just don’t count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which university we get into, you included.”

“Can I say I’ll be happy with any university, as long as you’re there with me?” She gave me a pixie wink and rubbed her butt against my bulge again.

The comment got an eyebrow raise out of me. I wasn’t sure if she actually meant it or was just teasing. Probably teasing. But the uncertainty did get my heart racing a little bit again. I was still thinking of a witty response when the bell attached to the garden gate went off, drawing our attention. “Hey guys,” Alice greeted as she walked over to my lounge chair and held her hand out for our usual fist bump. My pretty but tomboyish Korean best friend glanced around. “Anybody else here yet?”

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

As if on cue, a moment later the sound of a big truck engine revved from the other side of the house. It was Sam’s usual way of announcing her presence in advance. A minute later, the busty platinum blonde came in through the gate, followed closely behind by her best friend Zofi, the tall and svelte brunette. Sam thrust her hands into the air, cheering, “Let’s get this party started!”